A head that\'s wired to the moon
Decides to cook another spoon
Aware the end is coming soon
He dips into his stash
So tired of his game of chess
Each move left her a crumbling mess
The day she torched her wedding dress
Her heart returned to ash
She cleaned up several years ago
No.knives or tantrums left to throw
Her life all tied up.in a bow
Before the head on crash
Love cries out as it slowly dies
The glint long absent from his eyes
An addict in his tenth disguise
Has no more dreams to smash
The heat around her king sized bruise
Was melting as she heard the news
The ferry man sold him a cruise
Two pennies paid in cash